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happy mother’s day to that mom who sold y/n to one direction

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Yandere Classmate x you

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

Includes: Headcanons of stalking, obsessive behavior, unhinged man lowkey, sexual fantasies, perverted and lewd behavior, stealing, male masturbation, gender neutral reader, grumpy x sunshine,

*He has no name, and is only referred to as “your classmate” his only existence is to be obsessed with the reader, and without you, he ceases to exist. This yandere classmate is different from the other one I have wrote about. This is purely fictional writing!*

Synopsis: You wish on a shooting star for a boyfriend. Your classmate has an unhealthy obsession with you, he’s almost entranced, and he follows you around like a lost puppy. He doesn’t know what you have done to him, but he won’t let you go. No, he’ll hunt you down and make sure you’ll stay with him forever.

When you wished to be in a relationship with a man that was utterly obsessed with you— joking or not joking— the universe heard you loud and clear.

It was like he was here on earth just to be with you. Every single part of his body was screaming, clawing, and dragging his feet towards you. It was hard to get close, and near damn annoying that you were surrounded by your friends all the time.

Your classmate was entranced the moment you walked past him, and whenever you did and he heard your sweet laugh… his legs immediately made him get up from his spot to follow you.

You were just the sweetest being he has ever seen. Always nice and kind to others, even if they didn’t deserve it. He felt like he had a responsibility to protect you from assholes that would take advantage of you.

He began to follow you around. Listening in to your conversations, and he would take mental notes of what would make you laugh. He was determined to make you smile, to make you laugh harder than that fool in front of you.

He gave up on his education to pursue you. I mean he was learning… just happened to skip some of his classes to sneak into yours. You were a more interesting subject anyways. He would sit somewhat far away, and switch it up every time. He didn’t want you to notice him, not yet anyways.

Your classmate really wanted to sit next you, or maybe offer to buy you lunch. When you went to the bathroom, and left your cup on the table, there was a faint lip mark on it. He gulped, his hand slowly reaching for it. If he couldn’t kiss you soon, this was the next best thing. He pressed his lips where yours were previously, his tongue flicking the rim. He savored your saliva, and out of adrenaline he decided to keep the cup all together.

Whenever you were gone, or didn’t come to school that day, he had to visit your locker. It was after gym class, and no one was around as he leaned in to sniff at the little vents. Your scent had been brewing in there for a couple of hours, and he groaned.

He desperately tried to lap up every scent — he inhaled and licked the air— his hands palming the tent in his shorts. If only he knew your locker combination.

Your classmate pulled his shorts down, and his boxers followed suit. He finally freed himself from his confinements, and he rubbed his hand up and down his length. He masturbated at the thought of you often. He only needed an image of you, a scent, or an item of yours. Either way, his dick would be in his hands, twitching and cumming.

When he wasn’t stalking you and literally trying to learn everything about you, he took the liberty to primp himself. He wanted to look good for you after all. He would wake up early, shave and even wax his body clean of body hair, cut his nails, and do shit to his cuticles. He went to the barbershop and got a new hair cut, and made sure his face was clean and shaven. If that wasn’t your thing he would grow it all out.

He was a bit hesitant to do much with his lower body. But he sucked it up and made sure to trim down there too. He wasn’t used to shaving, and had to buy a couple of bandaids. A sanrio bandaid near his crotch.

And he realized he was deeply out of shape. Shit. When you were running on the tracks, so was he. He had to hold his breath to hide his deep and hard breathing. He soon found out he shouldn’t have done that.

You came over to him after he briefly passed out cold on the ground. He slowly opened his eyes, and you came into the view, and he saw a tiny bit up your shorts. That was enough for him to go into a frenzy.

He bought all of the fruits he could find, he read on the internet that the best way to eat someone out, and practice, was to use fruit. The peaches juices were dripping down his neck as he continued to tongue, and devour the hole. He imagined that he was on the ground and you were sitting on his face, his arms would lock you down onto him, making you put your full weight on him. Suffocate him for all he cares, he just wanted to hear you say his name. Or at least acknowledge that he exists.

He isn’t popular like you are, but he has his own group of friends. And by friends, he means your siblings. The only natural way to get close to you, was through your family after all. Plus, if you two were to get married, he already had an in with the family.

It also meant he could see your room. He snuck away for a minute to examine where you slept. He slowly knelt down, his hips aligned with corner of the mattress, and he digs his face into your sheets. His hands gripped the soft plush of your blanket, his cock rubbing against the corner. He whined as wanted more, he just wanted to bury himself deep inside you, and feel your warmth around him. He bets that it would feel like heaven.

Your classmate quickly retracted as he felt a tiny wet spot growing on his pants, his face flushed as he sat back down onto his ass. When he does so, his hands land on a piece of fabric. Out of instinct his hands curl around it and he picked it up, he inspected it and his eyes widens. Your underwear. In his hand.

His hand was tightly gripped around his mouth and the other was around his cock. His back was arched and he locked himself away in your bathroom. He loved the feeling of your underwear rubbing on his tip, and his hips snapped against his hand. He closed his eyes and he imagined you were giving him a handjob instead. Fuck, he just needed to smell you instead. He smelled your underwear, as he climaxed, his cum dribbling on the floor.

When you applied for college, he did too. He found out every single one you wanted to go to from your siblings. He got waitlisted. You got accepted. It wasn’t even a straight up rejection, it wasn’t a yes, and it was just a damn maybe.

He winced, his eyes almost closing as he smiled for the picture. It turned out alright and he paid the fee. A couple of months later, he got his passport in the mail. He booked his flight, and he lied right to your face. He convinced you to get an apartment with him instead of going to a dorm, and he followed you around campus, even though he doesnt have a single class there.

Allure: This is a bit of a different format from how I usually write, and idk how to feel about it lol!

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Yandere Professor x you

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

Includes: sweet talking, breath play, age gap, fucking in his classroom, pretty gender neutral, manipulation, abuse of power, obsessed professor.

*Everyone is of age, and older than eighteen. He is referred to as “your professor” his only existence is to be obsessed with the reader, and without you, he ceases to exist. This is purely fictional writing!*

Synopsis: He’s your strict professor, and you’re trying to get a better grade. You’ve never seen him be swayed by a student before, perhaps you would be the first.

Your grade has tanked by a lot. You had an unreasonable professor, the man was picky, and on your last test it was covered in corrections by that damn red pen of his.

You began to wonder what it would take for him to give you an A.

You wouldn’t consider yourself to be a bad student. In fact, this is the first time you have been close to failing. It was honestly your fault, you’ve read the reviews on this teacher and still chose to take the class anyways. You just wanted to challenge yourself.

You gawk at the paper he hands back to you. Your eye twitched at the big fat zero out of a hundred, and that might’ve been impressive just in itself. Not even one question right. You narrow your eyes at the professor who was still handing out the quiz back to the students.

When class ended, you slowly packed up your things, and you kept tabs on how many students were still left in the classroom. When the last student left, you got up from your seat, and stormed your way over to the professor.

Any sliver of dignity you had was gone. Your cheeks still flushed when he announced the lowest score to the whole class. You pushed that memory aside, and you crossed your arms as you stood in front of his desk.

“I don’t have time for this.” Your professor sighed, and his brows furrowed as he loosened up his tie.

He knew why you were coming over to talk to him. This was the worst grade you have gotten in his class. And really, he’s not surprised. In his opinion you have been slacking off. Your body bristles at his words, his eyes are cold and unforgiving.

Maybe if you weren’t a rash individual, you would’ve seen that his comments on your test was totally fake. Every circle and outline with a tiny scribble on the side? That was his way of professing his love for you, and about fifty “I love you’s.” were on the paper, but he knew you wouldn’t read them.

He did know that the grade would haunt you. He did know that it would make you desperate enough to come to him during office hours.

Your professor watched you with amusement as you crawled onto his lap, and you guiding his hands onto your body. He could already feel his dick stirring in his pants.

“This is hardly appropriate.” He said in a disapproving tone, though his hands do cup at your chest.

His thumb circles around your nipple, and the rest of his fingers gently squeeze at opportunity you have given to him. His other arm wrapped around your waist, holding you firmly in his lap.

It felt like you were trying to chip away at his resolve, his face was stern, and he listens to you rant on about the grade he gave you. Though, him letting you sit on his lap, let you subtly grind on his growing erection. With every whine and pout, you tried to play with his heart strings.

Your professor sighed, shook his head, and tried to pretend that there was no way you could make up for it. His hand slowly, and quietly, opening his drawer to grab for a condom.

It didn’t take long for him to agree when you took off his glasses, your lips capturing his in a searing kiss. He followed your lead, letting you feel like you were in control.

His hands groping at your ass and he puts you onto his desk, his body moving his way in between your legs. You wore something easy to slip off, your shorts and underwear now down to your ankles. He caressed your inner thighs, his lips now trailing down to your neck.

Your professor licked and sucked at your skin, his teeth gently nibbling at you, and he made sure to leave marks.

“You can be quite cute like this…” The older man mumbles, “…so pretty, so perfect.” he took a deep inhale as his nose was buried into your neck.

“Oh shit.” Your professor growled, his belt falling to the floor and his pants were pulled down roughly.

Before you knew it, he ripped open the condom wrapper and he slid it on his cock. He spit on his hand for lube, and gave his member a few pumps. He aligned his tip against your warmth.

His hands wrapped around your throat, squeezing the side of it, as his hips began to rock itself. His dick hit the deepest part of you, he went slow, and he was determined to find your sweet spot.

“Don’t be upset…” He cooed, and he kissed you in between his words. “I had to give you a zero.”

“You weren’t understanding my hints.”

He needed you. He wanted to be with you the moment you stepped inside his room, or maybe it was when he found out you signed up for his class. Your name was interesting to him, your looks, and the way you carried yourself got him hooked.

He took a couple points off on your first test, just to see what you would do. You certainly didn’t deserve it, and he thought you would’ve challenged him on it, or come talk to him. Or even offer your body to him sooner.

He did it over and over again, until you were on the verge of receiving an F. He was getting frustrated, and you were a damn tease.

He was never like this before, and if you exposed him, he could lose his job. But maybe then he could be with you in public? He let out a deep groan, his eyes rolling back as he was fucking you for his release.

Your professor didn’t realize that your face was turning pink, your nails scratching at his hands that were on your throat, and you were on the verge of cumming. You gasp as he finally let you breathe, his hands now on the desk behind you.

The room was filled with his vocalizations, his whimpers, his mumbles of how good you feel, and how much he needed this.

He even called you his baby, his good student, love, and when you finally came— his eyes were glued to the white substance dripping out of you.

That was when he knew you were going to be his. He was going to be the only one that could make you feel this way.

That day, you received the A you have been wanting. But you also indulged the man that’s been pining after you, and he never stopped.

Allure: Idk why, but i’ve been really active lately omg.

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𝓨𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓛𝓸𝓻𝓭

"𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝒽, 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒶 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒.” CW: Fem reader (she/her), possessiveness, suggestive Note: This is my first time writing something like this and posting it...go easy on me o(>< )o

The chandlers decorated the ceiling above the spacious ballroom, giving a gentle glow to the people filling said ballroom. The social season has just started to blossom, giving men and women room to court each other if one is blessed with the opportunity for such an experience. Catching the eye of a reliable suitor is quite troublesome– most of the men here do not fit any of your requirements, and if they did, they would suddenly be caught in a scandal of sorts, causing them to be an outcast. Not a good look on you or your family name.

You idly toy with the fan in your hand, your gaze sweeping over the sea of faces in the room. The task at hand feels insurmountable, and finding a suitable suitor in this town is daunting. Perhaps, you muse, debuting late was a misstep, a decision that now seems to mock you. You could always become a spinster…and ruin your reputation and lineage because you choose such an idiotic choice… regrettably it may be the easier option. 

“Pray tell why you’re glued to this corner as if you’re some wallflower,” A witty baritone voice whispers in your ear, the hairs of your neck standing upright while a cold shiver runs down your spine.

The sense of familiarity washes over you, and the resentment still lingers from years ago makes its way forward. The Earl’s son, your childhood close friend, who left you without a word after he said he’d be there for you.

What a bastard

“Have you ever heard of personal space? Or have you forgotten the amount of lectures your mother ingrained into your head on etiquette when you were just a brat?” You bite back with venom coating every word you spit out. You place your fan on your left ear.

”Ah, I see.” He steps back and gives you space. “You’ve become cold-hearted towards me since my departure overseas. I was only gone for a mere moment.” He switches his position from behind you to in front of you. He takes up your whole vision, his maturity, more evident now since the last time you saw him as a juvenile boy. It's been a few years, hasn't it? Yet he still has his teasing nature; no boarding school or amount of lectures can take that away from him. He bows a little lower than he should, his right hand to the opposite shoulder and his left arm behind his back. He looks up at you with those oh-so-regretful grey eyes. “I wholeheartedly apologize for departing overseas in such an impulsive matter without even notifying you in any way. I should’ve sent you letters and a hoard of messenger doves to accompany you”. “But I did not, and for that, my Lady, I've made a significant sin in your eyes– I do not deserve your forgiveness, but oh, if you could grant me such a pleasure.”

His voice is as quiet and soft as a starving mouse stealing food from a kitchen, careful for only your ears to pick up his pleas for forgiveness. Just as though you were a goddess punishing him, which he should be reprimanded tenfold in his eyes, who was he to abandon you without a trace? Though the situation before was entirely out of his hands, he didn’t want to go to that goddamned private school that was away from you; he fought tooth and nail not to go. Every house servant had to push and hold him down because he kept fighting; even his family members were victims of his wrath. His father, The Earl, still has fading scars from that night years ago.

He should’ve fought harder for you.

People around you start noticing; who wouldn’t? One of the most prestigious Earls of this country’s only son is bowing dishonourably low, borderline grovelling like a peasant caught stealing a measly loaf of bread. You feel eyes turning onto you, women whispering between their fans to one another, wondering in what predicament the next-in-line Earl would be for him to be embarrassingly bowing to a one-of-a-mill daughter of a viscount—a rank lower than him and a woman at that; your fan placement is not making it look better. Immediately change the position of your fan from your left ear to twirling it in your left hand, hoping he understands the situation he has put not only him but you in.

 He only smiles in return. “Stand straight; You look like a fool.” You hiss, “Do I have your forgiveness, Darling?” a scoff escapes your mouth. “That is either here or there! Be proper. Others are watching.” That doesnt deter him, nor does he care about them. “So my apology wasn't sufficient? Since you are thinking about everyone else but me.” More eyes make their way onto the pair of you, and whispers grow with the exchange of gossip. “You’re acting like a child-” He cuts you off. “Shall I go on my knees for you? I mean, I wouldn’t mind, but preferably, I would love to be in a more…secluded environment.” A smirk graces his lips at the thought. “Or shall I kiss your feet-” 

“You are a soon-to-be- Earl! Has that school taught you nothing? God, you’ve become more insufferable, I swear.” Your face feels warmer now, and embarrassment takes over you from his childish yet sincere teasing.

The young lord’s eyes fixated on you, on your lips, how your dress accentuates your already perfect self, your hands, oh, how he wishes to feel them against his. The years it's been since he saw you, he could listen to you scold him for hours on end; it doesn’t matter what you are saying. Just hearing your voice is enough. God knows it's been too long since he’s been deprived of you. He thanks his past self for sabotaging whatever male decided to even think of courting you. Though he was far away, his social standing never changed.

The lord decided by the second month he was away from you to pay his old servants to send him as much information as possible on the vermins that would try to nestle their way into your life. He would…No, he has ruined anyone who wanted to get in between you two. And he’ll keep it that way. You’ve stolen his heart since meeting him as a lad.

“So you wish for me to kneel? As you wish.” He starts to kneel; gasps can be heard. But you stop him, holding his shoulders upright; his eyes widen as you touch him.

You’re so close

“I forgive you…I forgive you…”

“I forgive you, Ambrose…”

Oh…

His name on your tongue….

His mind blanks. Has he gone to heaven? Oh, you sweet angel, you have him wrapped around your finger. And he wouldn’t want it any other way.

His smile is blinding as he stands and looks down at you.

“Then now that's settled…May I have the honour of a dance with yours truly?”

.." Or shall I beg more?"

End Notes: Fun fact (not really): I based most of this post on The Regency era, and that includes fan language! That is why I described the readers' actions with it. Placing the fan on your left ear means "I wish to get rid of you." Twirling the fan with your left hand means "We are watched." Thought that would be something fun to add (^.^)

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Hiii! You’re an amazing writer! That thing that you wrote with the stalker? *chef kiss* Perfect!

I can’t stop thinking about him entering Y/N’s house when she’s at work or something? And taking something with him before he leaves (maybe some panties or a bra) and jerking off with it

missing items

okay. maybe you're clumsy or outright forgetful with your belongings but this time you can't just be imaging things. You swore you left your work bra on your dresser and now it's nowhere to be found.

instead of stressing about the piece of clothing, you wear a different bra and head to work. you already felt like this day wasn't going your way, so when your boss said you have to do inventory, you wholeheartedly wanted to throw yourself out the window. but nonetheless you go to the back and begin unpacking and organizing new merchandise.

you were scanning tags and going through boxes when your scanner sent a red notification.

'missing'

'notify available management'

'missing items'

he felt like a pervert. for once in his stupid life. he felt like a freaking pervert.

every time he looked into your panty drawer he huffs with a shake of his head—like it was his underwear that was actively being stolen—but that's not the case. he simply filled with dread upon looking at the drawer because his favorite thing to borrow is becoming scarce. like damn, he'd thought you'd at least go buy some new underwear by now.

pacing around your room, he's careful not to shift anything around. your aroma is all over the room and he's getting frustrated quite fast. its like the room is spinning as he says 'fuck it' and rummages through your nightstand. he's seen you dig in here countless times, there has to be something he wants in here.

one hand roughly opening and closing drawers while his other is squeezing his dick disgustingly tight in through his pants. he can't physically handle this irritation, the vexation of it all.

he's ready to simply unbuckle his pants and throw them to the side, all the while jumping into your sheets as he jerks himself off to the scent of your pillow but he stops.

both hands hold onto the sides of this specific drawer, shakily reaching into the drawer and finding a black lace panty. bringing the fabric to his nose, he took a huge inhale and immediately realized. its not the usual smell of detergent and perfume but, the smell of you. you and your ethereal juices that come from that sweet pussy.

he closed his eyes and took another deep inhale.

it was his lucky day. you hid it away from him. probably embarrassed from how you fingered yourself silly in the lingerie.

but your embarrassment was the last thing on his mind as breathy moans leave his quivering lips, his slender fingers griping his thigh and his palm holding your panty against his cock. holding it in a warm embrace as he, practically, gives himself rug burn from how fast he's rubbing the fabric on him.

what's worse? worse than his dumb whimpering and quivering lips? worse than his purposeful infliction of pain on his dick? what's worse is that he's crying, full on tears running down his cheeks, from the thought of you catching him like this.

legs spread wide on your bedroom floor, back against your dresser and head banging back against the top drawer as he cries out your name from the twisted and masochistic pleasure.

safe to say, he left with yet another one of your underwear and a mind-scrambling orgasm. he even felt generous enough to leave you something. something small, a surprise, on that sex toy of yours.

what?

you thought he didn't see it?

silly girl.

more of my writing

a/n: thanks for the compliment! I'm enjoying expanding on this little topic—if I can even call it that—and I'm getting so carried away with this

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(blue-eyed! yandere x gn! darker eyed reader) (shitpost)

"You're so..."

"Can you stop staring at me with those eyes of yours?"

He stares at you, soulless blue eyes staring straight into your soul as you nervously rub your neck. What the fuck? Were all people with blue eyes this creepy?

"What? What's wrong with my eyes?"

He closes the distance between you two, and you can't help but feel a chill go down your spine. You involuntarily move away, feeling a bit creeped out by him.

His eyes were the one thing that always managed to creep you out. No matter how hard you tried, you'd always just be unnerved by them. They're just so... uncanny. Yeah, they're beautiful. The shade is absolutely gorgeous! But...

They're so lifeless. And he's always opening them so wide that you swear they're about to pop out at any time.

"Um... Nothing just... uh, you're a lil close, is all."

You cough out, tearing your gaze away from his as you let out a soft sigh. Damn it, you couldn't keep this up. You had to tell him your true feelings soon-

"Is it because they're blue?"

He suddenly blurts out, still staring at you intently as you feel his eyes stare holes into the back of your head. You choke on air, looking at him with a pale face. Oh no, had he figured you out?

"Don't worry, I think your eyes are absolutely gorgeous. Don't be jealous."

Ah. He hadn't.

"And besides.... your eyes are far more beautiful than mine, especially when in the sun."

He suddenly sighs dreamily, resting his head on his palm as he leans on the table. You can't help but feel slightly on edge at his behaviour. Has he always been this obsessed with your eyes?

"Your eyes are beautiful, like when the sun kisses the sky goodbye."

Your blue eyed friend suddenly smiles eerily wide at you before grabbing your hand in his.

"And I just can't help but want to stare into them for eternity."

....

Man, you knew you should've avoided this blue eyed freak.

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TW: obsession, obsessive thoughts

fem reader

Thinking about when the playboy finally falls in love…

It’s so silly, soft as it may sound, untrue even given his record of sleeping around, but sometimes all he wants is pure unadulterated love. A hug once in a while would be nice – maybe a chaste kiss on his cheek – or cuddles.

You hadn’t believed a lick of it. You’d only laughed in his face with a shake of your head, telling him that must have been the worst pick-up play you’d ever been the victim of. 

It’s cliché, but he’s been obsessed with you ever since.

He feels like such a loser thinking about it – rolling his eyes with a hidden smile while looking at the candid picture he’d snapped of you. 

Chewing on this tongue while fantasizing such ridiculous things – virginal nothings such as handholding or resting his head in your lap and feeling you play with his hair. Sleeping together with your clothes on – spooning each other all clingy and soft...

Whispering sweet little nothings against the shell of his ear – teasing him. Playfighting – making you squeal and giggle as he grabs you and pins you beneath him in the bed. Tickling – making you laugh. Or kissing your nose and forehead and hand. 

Oh, and making breakfast together, eating lunch, and sharing dinner. 

Don't get him started on showering – helping each other wash – backrubs and headscrubs. How good your hands would feel carding through his hair as you rub in soap and rinse it out. Or just face masks. A whole evening in the bubble bath.

Watching some stupid cursed romcom in fluffy bath robes afterward with your dopey tired head falling to rest on his shoulder. Snoring and mumbling small sweet little nothings to each other.

Saying good morning. Saying goodnight. Have a nice day. Good luck. I love you. I love you more. I love you most.

And there’s more.

Baby-names.

You haven't even gotten his dick wet once – he hasn’t even scored a kiss, and he’s already thinking about knocking you up and putting a ring on it.

You would look too good with his brat on your knee…

Bouncing them, breastfeeding, playing peek-a-boo games, zerbert, and doing the Simba from The Lion King – all with a great big beaming smile on your face. A smile that even the sun would envy.

Not to mention the kid itself. 

He would love the ever-living life out of a little baby version of you – pouty plump lips and mochi cheeks – spluttering and hiccupping on earth-shattering sobs when scuffing her dainty little knees on the pavement – asking for piggyback rides and candy before dinner.

Or a little miniature of him. Seeing you lull little devil-faced Junior to sleep.

Fuck it, you should get both.

He’s shaken from his thoughts when his friend snaps his fingers.

“You’ve been staring at your phone forever. What’re you looking at that’s so important?”

He can’t believe how far down the rabbit hole he’d spiraled. Thinking about a girl without picturing her naked. He must be losing it.

“… I’m not sure…”

BNHA – Bakugou, Dabi, Hawks, Shinso, Denki

JJK – Gojo, Sukuna

HQ – Oikawa, Kuro, Bokuto, Miya twins, Suna

BLLK – Reo, Nagi, Rin

AOT – Eren

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Bestie so like, how would SEO min jun react if he saw the reader being all like touchy and flirty with someone else? Like touchy feely? Cause girl I'm geninunely curious

Jealous SEO MIN JUN x reader? 🤭🤭

His, his to torture.

💌 ⤻ THE ACADEMIC RIVAL, SEO MIN-JUN

—> don't touch what's his.

⤻ reader is gender neutral, possessive behaviour, obsessive behaviour, suggestive thoughts and comments, reader is oblivious to min-jun's feelings, mentions of bullying and physical violence against reader, fantasising about murder

💌 ⤻ archives.

Min-Jun swallowed a lump in his throat as he saw you in the hallway. Typically, he would ignore you — maybe even shove you a bit if he felt angry that day — despite his heart telling him to just wrap his arms around you and drag you into a room and do the most heinous acts to you that would no doubt leave you screaming and begging.

The thought almost made his mouth water, but he had to focus on what was currently happening right now.

The boy with the hands around your waist, that cute waist of yours he often manhandled and threw around using the guise of him bullying you. He loved how your cheeks would glow red with anger and embarrassment every time he passed by you in class and he grabbed your waist to push past you, mocking you by groping you in that way.

He honestly thought he might never wash his hands after that day, but that was too disgusting for him so he just made it a habit to grab your waist every day so he could feel the lingering zap of your horrid body, or your… horrible and… utterly tempting scent.

His eyes narrowed as he observed the both of you. How his arm draped around you, how you smiled awkwardly and laughed, clearly not wanting his attention but still being forced to accept it. Even if you didn't want it, you had clearly done something to tempt the guy beside you; just like how you had seduced him the day he became aware of you.

He swore he almost popped a blood vessel when he saw the guy beside you lean in closer.

That's when he couldn't take it anymore.

He practically stormed up to you and shoved the guy away from you, like you were both children and this useless guy stole his playmate from him. “Don't you dare touch them.” He hissed as he gripped your arm, holding it so tightly that you winced and you hissed in pain, which almost caught him off-guard. He'd like to hear that more later, but he had to take care of the person who thought could steal you away from him.

The guy stumbled a bit backwards and his glare made it clear that he wanted to kill whoever had dared to touch him, but upon seeing that it was the Seo Min-Jun who wanted him to get away, he ran away like a rat between its legs.

Satisfied with this reaction, he decided to deal with you next.

“So, what were you doing with that guy?” It was a simple question but his tone was clearly jealous.

“I don't think it's any of your business.” You said as you tried to shove your bully away from you.

He slammed you against the wall as multiple students scurried away from the scene, all while whispering.

“Whoever interacts with you is my business.” He stated, his hands gripping onto your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Don't forget that you're mine.”

Your cheeks flamed up at the way he said it, but you assumed you knew what he meant, and his meaning was not at all romantic. His, his to torture, he always said as he brushed past you, hands on your waist.

“You like the sound of that?” He asked softly, hot breath hitting your cheeks as he noticed that flush on your face. “God, I knew you were a loser, but not some sexual deviant.” His other hand made it to your head as he pulled your head back by the scalp of your hair, his warm breath now hitting your sensitive neck.

“If you're that eager, you can meet me after school in the student councillor's room.” He said, and your eyes widened. He had never been so direct before, and as your mind filled with ways he would torture and destroy you, his mind was filled with different way on how to bully you into submission. “That's not a request, by the way.” He said, just as the bell went off. He shoved you one last time, causing you to groan as he walked away.

You stared at him, worried about what was to come when you walked into the councilors room later, knowing that even if you rejected him this time, he would just make it worst the next day when he saw you.

The students passing by looked at you, some with pity, some laughing, but neither bothering to help you.

You watched Min-Jun as he sauntered off, unaware of what was going through his mind. You gulped as you thought of how he would slap you around in the empty room, with not even a soul to pity you or help you, but you knew even with a thousand eyes, no one would be brave enough to stand up to Min-Jun.

Min-Jun stared at his hands that had touched you, flexing them and letting the memory of your skin permeate and sink into his mind. It was all your fault. You were the one who tempted him, seduced him like the guy who was bothering his property earlier. You planted these unholy thoughts into his head and forced him to gasp into his pillow every day as he imagined his hands wrapping around your neck and choking you to death while you pleaded for him.

It was so painful, but he craved you nonetheless. And it was all your fault. Your fault, your fault, your fault.

He couldn't wait to see you Iater.

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100 different AUs

academic au

alien au

alpha/beta/omega au

amnesia au

apocalypse au

artist au

arranged marriage au

assassin au

athlete au

babysitter/nanny au

bakery au

bartender au

billionaire au

bodyguard au

bodyswap au

bookstore au

bounty hunter au

brother's best friend/dad's best friend au

camgirl au

camp counselor au

chef au

circus au

coffee shop au

cowboy au

cult au

dark au

deserted island au

dog walker au

dystopian au

enemies to lovers/rivals au

fairy tale au

fake relationship au

fantasy au

farm au

firefighter au

fisherman au

flower shop au

friends with benefits au

ghost au

grocery store au

guardian angel au

haunted house au

historical au

hitchhiker au

holiday au

hospital au

hunter/prey au

kidnapping au

law enforcement au

library au

lifeguard au

lumberjack au

mafia/mob au

maid/butler au

magic au

master/slave au

mechanic au

mermaid au

model au

modern au

monster au

mundane au

music store au

neighbour au

office/coworker au

paranormal investigator au

pen pal au

pirate au

prison au

private detective au

reincarnation au

road trip au

rockstar au

roommate au

royalty au

scientist au

sex worker au

single parent au

slasher au

soulmates au

space au

spy au

stalker au

stepcest au

street racer au

sugar daddy au

superhero au

surfer au

tattoo artist au

teacher/professor/tutor au

time travel au

treasure hunter au

undercover au

vampire/werewolf au

veterinarian au

vigilante au

wedding planner au

western au

witch au

yandere au

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Yandere! Singer x Reader

:3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3

Most people enjoy romance. Sometimes it is nice to put on music to fantasize about having a romantic partner that adores you. And in the Spanish-speaking world, there is no music better for this purpose than sweet-sounding bachata.

No musician dominates the genre now than 32 year old singer Lucas Lizardi

He considers himself a devotee of Love. Loving love through all its forms wether familial, platonic, or romantic.

However romantic love for him was elusive, hard to pin down.

He would dream at night about mesmerizing eyes that gaze upon him with love and care. He would fantasize about hands that grasp his with tenderness.

He would always wake up feeling empty, grasping for someone?

But since he met you, nothing was the same.

Every time you enter a room, his gaze immediately falls onto you.

Whenever he is photographed by the paparazzi, if he is looking at you, he is always seen smiling.

He always calls you “¡Tesoro mío!” (My tresure) and “Mi vida” (my life)

He is currently debating getting a small tattoo of your name

He enjoys your kisses but much prefers your hugs

Likewise, he enjoys sex with you, but prefers cuddling naked

In interviews if asked his ideal type, he would just say your name or if your relationship is secret, he would just describe you.

Lyrics he wrote about you include: 1“quiero ser un pez para tocar mi nariz en tu pecera…” and 2 “Si tú te casas, el día de tu boda le digo a tu esposo con risas ‘que solo es prestada la mujer que ama porque sigue siendo mía…”

He has a large female fan base who is invested in his relationship with you

He has a large fan base and he is not afraid to use it

He often makes his fans send hate to people who insult you on the internet while making himself look like the good guy

Don’t even talk about your own money. He pays for trips to foreign countries, high end restaurants, expensive clothes.

He likes seeing the look of happiness on your face whenever he gives you a gift

This is man is so Mia by Romeo Santos coded

You are the pinnacle of romance for him

This is it

He can’t do better than you

You are it for him

You will accept his love, won’t you?

:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3:3

Songs used:

- Burbujas de amor by Juan Luis Guerra

- Mia by Romeo Santos

Playlist inspired by Lucas Lizardi

- inmortal by Aventura

- Devórame otra vez by Lalo Rodríguez

- Mia by Romeo Santos

-Burbujas de amor by Juan Luis Guerra

- obsesión by Romeo Santos

Translations

-1 I want to be a fish so I can blow bubbles of love in your fishtank

-2 If you get married one day, I will tell your husband while laughing that the woman he loves is barrowed because she is still mine

Photo by Natalia on Pinterest

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Yandere! Alien (ONE-SHOT)

I’m sick as hell rn and I just want to write. Sorry it’s been awhile TT

Never wrote something like this before so be nice but criticism is always welcome!!

Also been awhile since I wrote smut, so i apologize if it’s not good either

Content: AFAB Reader (no gendered terms used), aphrodisiac effect (alien’s saliva), sexual themes, alien dick (ikyk) oviposition (egg-laying/having eggs inside you), breeding, brief mention of blood.  P -> V. Cunnilingus.  This is a lighter yandere.  —

You headed up to your grandparents' mountain cabin, craving some alone time to clear your head and unplug. It was meant to be a chill getaway, a routine check. The cozy rustic vibes inside welcomed you, but what caught you off guard was the sight of an alien, looking totally puzzled by a simple piece of fruit. It was almost cute, but definitely not part of the plan.

It was not even a full 24-hours before you heard a loud crash outside. Your first thought was a tree possibly falling. To your surprise, there was this odd pod thing sitting there. 

You immediately wanted to call someone, but then you remembered. No service, no humans around for miles – classic mountain problems. However, your curiosity got the best of you, so you grabbed a stick and poked the mysterious pod. It hissed open, releasing a fog that revealed a towering alien.

This dude was something else. Humanoid, but not quite right. Terrifying yet strangely captivating. Pale, almost ghostly skin, cat-like features with pointy ears and weird dark marks all over. Antennas sticking out of his head and long silky smooth white hair flowing down. 

Now, a few days later, he couldn't take his eyes off an apple, completely captivated like a kid in a candy store. His long finger reached out, gently tapping it.

"Want a bite?" I interrupted his apple stare-down. He turned to me, his language sounding weird, definitely not from around here, but the guy picked up English crazy fast.

"Can eat this?" he questioned, his voice all deep and otherworldly, like trying to put words to an alien sound. I nod, “Yeah go ahead. It’s pretty tasty.”

He snatched the apple, giving it a good sniff and admiring its vibrant red hue. Hesitating for a moment, he finally decided to take a cautious bite. His eyes widened, almost sparkling with surprise. Without wasting any time, he went for another bite, a grin spreading across his face.

A little chuckle escaped me."So, what do you think? Is the apple a hit?” I asked him between giggles. His mouth was full of the apple, the juice pouring down her cheek. “Apple... good," he responded with a few mysterious words, likely compliments, before switching back to English. "Tastes like Earth. Want more."

"More apples?" I questioned, making sure. His face lit up with happiness as he nodded. I got up from the couch and headed towards the kitchen. I grabbed more apples, including some oranges and pears for good measure. Dumping the fruity treasure on the end table, I declared, "Voila!"

He gobbled up the whole apple, even the core, and then flopped into a chair by the table. Snatching an orange, he sniffed it just like he did with the apple. A big bite, some chewing, and he declared, "Different, but good,” he mumbled with a nod. "Earth food, good." I shook my head, chuckling. "No, you can't eat the skin like that. Let me peel it for you," I said, quickly peeling it for him. "Here, give it another shot. It'll be way tastier this way." I held out the peeled orange, urging him to try it again.

He narrowed his eyes at it, unsure, then decided to take another bite. The look on his face mirrored the one he had when munching on the apple. "This is real good," he exclaimed, before launching into a stream of excited chatter in his own language. "You," he stopped to find the right word. "Smart! Lots of cool things. I wanna know more."

I flashed him a smile, saying, "Awh, thanks! I'm curious to know more about you too." We took a little pause, just locking eyes. His big, dark, almost black orbs were fixed right on me, kind of hypnotic. I turned my head and blurted out, "So, um, what else do you wanna find out?" His intense look left me a bit flustered.

I still felt his intense gaze burning into the side of my head. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and yanked me back onto the couch, plopping down beside me. I was a bit confused, but I took this as him wanting to know what this was. “Oh, this thing? It's a couch. Like a big chair, so more people fit on it," I explained.

He gave a little nod, inching closer. Those eyes were still locked onto mine, like he had something important to say but was stuck on the words. Next thing I knew, his hands were on my cheeks, squishing them, and his forehead rested against mine. Our noses touched. If you told me a few days ago that a massive alien would nuzzle noses with me and I'd just roll with it, I'd have called you nuts. However I just let it happen. Despite us knowing each other only a few days I felt a strange trust and connection to him. 

I raised an eyebrow, still kinda confused but not backing off. His fingers, long and gentle, traced my cheek, giving me a ticklish feeling. His breath brushed against my face, and he stayed quiet. “So… is this some alien custom or what?" I questioned, getting even more confused by all the physical contact. He nodded, making a small clicking noise. Then he began to say a bunch of words in his native language. I think he could notice I wasn't understanding in the slightest because he let out a huff before he kissed me quickly.

I gasped at the sudden feeling. It wasn't like any regular kiss; it was way more enjoyable, sending a tingling and numbing feeling through me. His lips still held the sweetness from the fruit we had earlier.

His hand moved to the back of my head, pulling me in closer, while the other one continued to gently stroke my cheek. A warmth began to wrap around me, it was a strange feeling, but one I wasn’t pulling away from. 

I shut my eyes and leaned in, returning his kiss. A surge of warmth enveloped us, almost like a sweet paralysis. It was too irresistible to pull away.

The hold he had on the back of my neck got a bit tighter. It didn’t hurt but it was obvious he didn’t want me to pull away, I couldn’t even if I wanted to. His soft lips were intoxicating, both of our lips moving in rhythm. 

His tongue teased my bottom lip, coaxing them to open. It felt like an aphrodisiac, a warm and comforting sensation. Slowly, I surrendered as he pressed me down onto the couch, rendering me completely immobile.

Breaking away, he panted slightly, and we gazed at each other breathlessly. It felt like we were just staring at each other for hours, even though it was only a couple seconds. The warm feeling growing in my chest and stomach was growing, it was pure need.

Gasping for breath, he uttered "Xylorvex," a word in his native tongue. Pausing for a moment, thinking, he repeated, "Mate. You're mine, all mine." With that, he pressed his head against my neck, as he began to kiss and suck the skin.

The words hit me, making my face burn as he nibbled and kissed my neck. His teeth were sharp, but he tried to be gentle, though sometimes he bit too hard, making me bleed.

Yet, he was quick to lick and clean the wounds, sending a rush of arousal through me. My body went numb, and all I could feel was the strange alien's touch. His kisses left me craving more. "P-please," I stammered, desperate.

The strange creature stared at me, clearly confused. I let out a groan and pleaded, "I need more," hoping it would catch my drift. It took a while but then he nodded, finally understanding as his long fingers slowly pulled down my pants and now slicked covered underwear.

The cold air on my bare pussy made me flitch and shiver slightly. He brought one his face down and looked at it which only made me more embarrassed but aroused. After a while he brought his hand towards it, going up and down the folds, gathering more of the wetness. I let out a shaky moan and quivered slightly. I was so turned on it was almost painful. The creature watched as my pussy convulse around nothing. He slowly brought his face towards it as he began to carefully lap the folds. I cover my mouth as I let out a loud mouth. My breathing has gone heavy yet shallow as he continued licking and sucking. It was tingling in a way that caused more sensations than ever. I grabbed a handful of his hair, not knowing whether I was pulling him closer or pushing him away.

“Sweet. Like fruit,” he said softly, his eyes never leaving my cut as it dripped leaving a small pool onto the couch. He quickly went back towards it, slurping up all the arousal that poured out of me. He was mostly silent throughout this, a few clicks that I took as happiness as his half-lidded eyes switched from my pussy to my face. Luckily enough I was making enough noises for the both. It was only a matter of minutes before I felt my orgasm building full force. He began to swirl his long tongue around my clit sucking on it before going back towards my hole pushing his tongue in. “Nghh~ ah fuck~” I moaned out loudly as I came all over his face. The slick trailing down his chin as he made sure to give my pussy a few more kisses before sitting back up and looking at me. “Good?” I nodded as my chest went up and down heavily. I have never experienced anything like that before and it took a lot of the energy out of me. He smiled slightly as he then took off his pants showing his now fully erect dick, it was nothing like you have ever seen before. It was long and girthy, with the same black markings that were across his skin. It was veiny, and twitching. Despite being quiet it was obvious he was just as excited as you were. 

He slowly rubbed the entrance, gathering my slick onto his dick. I rarely had time to think before he pushed it in slowly, filling me up instantly. We both let out a moan as he bottomed out. The clicking noise became louder as he began to mumble something. He kissed my lips before he started to thrust his and wiggle inside me.

It was otherworldly, it was like his cock was perfectly morphing itself to my folds causing a sensation I couldn’t explain. The moans I let out came off as more of screams as I gripped the couch. However they were not as loud as they could be because of his sweet kisses, almost praising and encouraging me to take it.

You quickly learned that his species had a strong stamina. He was doing all sorts of positions with you, forcing orgasm after orgasm before all you could do was cry and take the pleasure. Hours later and after your nth orgasm did he finally cum. He gave his final thrusts as he shot his load inside you. The warmth filling you as you whined. You could  feel him depositing large eggs within you. Causing your belly to bulge as he cooed and petted your head.

After he laid all his eggs within you he finally put out, a clear sticky substance pooled out of your entrance as you trembled. The alien held you close as he brought you to the bed, grabbing something he thought was a towel and wiped you up.

You quickly fell passed out as he cuddled up next to you, spooning you and continuing his pats to your head. He just knew that you’ll be such a kind and loving mate for the children slowly growing inside you.

[scary-event2369]

[Worker Darling]: (slouching and aggressive typing)

[Yandere! Co-worker]: Heyyy...

[Worker Darling]: (huffs in annoyance and Turns to them) What

[Yandere! Co-worker]: Could you..do me a favor?..and print these out for me?(Hands in the paper)

[Worker Darling]: (Glares at them and gestured their piles of paperwork) You could see that I have my own things to do rn??!

[Yandere! Co-worker]: It would only take just a minute 😞

[Worker Darling]: No (turns back to their screen and loud aggressive typing)

[Yandere! Co-worker]: please please come on!

[Worker Darling]: Just leave me alone!

[Another Co-worker]: I could help you! (Grabs the paper)

[Yandere! Co-worker): Ew..No thank you! I got it( snatches the paper and walks away to the printer)

[Yandere! Co-worker): Stupid... Stupid lil..(Presses the print button)

(Then leads back and pulls out a note pad, and then aggressively scrabble out a sentence)

[Ways to win your co-worker's heart]

• Give them a cup of coffee every day

• Talk to them regularly

• Give them presents

• Make them print out your paperwork

[Yandere! Co-worker]: (tucks back the notepad into their pockets) I will get them next time..

[scary-event2369]

Yan!Cage-Fighter x Fem!Reader

'Paying bills ain't easy'

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Toxic behavior, traditionally masculine roles, power dynamics, violence, murder, jealousy, subpar spanish, cursing, mentions of sex, description of unsafe neighborhoods.

(AN: I know I said I was working on the part two for the fae fic, and a fashion designer piece, but the idea for this guy hit me like a train. Apologies for any Spanish mistakes, I'm coming along in my learning!)

The sound of raucous cheering rings out throughout the crowd of the 'Dog Pit' Den, Harlem's most prolific underground fighting spot. Fighters from all over the city come here to try and earn a living wage. Backbreaking, degrading work, boxing, kicking, and spitting in the no-rules ring. A crack, a cheer, and the sound of a collapsing body, before the announcer yells that Matias Lopez has taken yet another challenger down. A sweaty, tanned man hops back and forth on his feet, arms raised in the air as he celebrates his victory.

"Ladies and gentleman, Matias 'The Mayhem' has taken down yet another challenger! You know what that means! Make some noise!" The announcer yells, and the room shakes with boos and cheers, the stomping of feet making the ground tremble. "Matias Lopez has won the 500 dollar Rookie Fighters Championship prize!" Another round of yells, and Matias spits on the ground. He makes his way out of the cage, kissing the rosary his mother always makes him wear, even when he's cracking skulls in an illegal cage-fighting circuit. To be fair, she doesn't know. He sighs, tearing his fist-wrappings off and running a hand through his sweaty locks. He changes out of his outfit, switching into a casual gray hoodie, a pair of sweats, and some slides. After reapplying deodorant, he hears someone outside. One of the guys who runs the 'Dog Pit' has come to give him his check.

"Yo, Matias, my man!" He greets, slapping a hand on Matias's toned shoulder. "Me and some of the 'execs' as we've taken to calling ourselves are gonna hit the club', you in?" Mattias, clicks his tongue, and shakes his head. "Nah man, not tonight. I gotta get home n' see my girl. I was supposed to be home earlier." He glances down at the floor. "Shit, alright man, here's your check. I'll see you later." Mattias nods as the man heads out, stuffing the check into his duffle bag, before sliding out the alley exit.

Matias and you have been dating for a little over a year now. Both of you met in a pretty rough part of town, he was working a day-job at a gas station, and you were a cafe worker. He'd come in occasionally, claiming that the gas station coffee just wasn't up to his standards. He scared you, at first. Mattias has a very tough exterior, tattoos and muscles, but an even tougher interior. He was kind of stoic when you first met, and you couldn't quite get a read on him. He wasn't outwardly flirty or affectionate, which is why it took six weeks of him stopping by the coffee shop for him to pull you aside and ask what he was doing wrong, and why you weren't picking up on his advances. You had explained, and shortly after that you began dating. It was only a month or so into dating when you had learned of his cage-fighting career, but he assured you that he was tough, and no guy was gonna hurt him. You both needed the money on the side, so you reluctantly agree. That's what leads up to where you are now, passed out on your couch, waiting for him to come home.

He heads towards your shared apartment as quickly as he can, taking the subway about 8 blocks east, before running up the fire escape to the flat's balcony. He knows you deadbolted the door any time past 8:00, and doesn't blame you. It's kind of a dangerous neighborhood, and he feels bad enough leaving his girl home alone as much as he does.

"Pobre mami, espero que no me haya esperado." (Poor mami, hope she didn't wait up for me.) He pulls up the window, making sure to slip in quietly, in case you had already gone to sleep. As he places one foot on the floor, the wood barely creaks beneath him, when he hears a soft groan coming from the couch.

"Matty?" You mumble, sitting up from the plush couch and rubbing your eyes, trying to make out his large silhouette. He sighs, tossing his bag to the side as he stretches "Hey, hermosa, did I wake you up?" He asks, looking at you with his usual hooded gaze. "I guess, I don't think I was asleep that long..." You run a hand through your hair. "How'd it go?" He smiles softly, chuckling. "You know me, baby, I don't lose." He sits on the arm of the couch. "Gotchu' five hundred dollars, gonna' get you something real pretty with it." You sigh, and shake your head. "You've got me plenty of gifts, what we should be doing is saving up for somewhere else to live." You explain. He shrugs. "Yeah, you right, you right. That's my bad." He puts his hands up in surrender. "Well, if you aren't gonna let me get you somethin' pretty, you outta lemme' take ya to bed." Before you can react, he scoops you up in his arms, causing you to squeak.

"Don't scare me like that, God!" You smack his chest, but your hand only bounces off his firm pecs. e chuckles. "Gonna' have to hit harder than that, mami." He flicks off the living room light as he carries you to your shared bed. He lays you down, gently this time as opposed to the times he throws you on the bed, usually to pin you down and tickle you, saying things like '¿Qué pasa, bonita? Solo empújame, no es tan difícil...' (What's wrong, Pretty? Just push me off, it's not that hard...). Sometimes though, his manhandling isn't that innocent. As you snuggle down into the bed, Matias strips off his hoodie, and you blush at the way the light coming in through the blinds hits his chest. He lets out a soft groan, as the plush mattress and soft bed sheets soothe his sore body. Matias bites his lips as his eyes trace over your sleepy form, and he rolls over onto his side, tucking an arm around your waist.

"Mmm, no Matias... m' too tired tonight." You whisper, your face scrunching up. Matias was never a very soft guy. Playful and devilish, sure, but soft? No. His hands were calloused from years of bruising skin and bloodying faces, working and scrounging every penny he can get to get a better life for himself. Deep down, he couldn't imagine placing these damaged, dangerous hands on something as soft and sweet as you. He could snap you in half if he desired, and the thought terrifies him.

"What, no baby... I'm not tryna' smash at-" He looks over at the clock. "Shit, 1:00 am already? Jesus Christo..." He turns back to you. "Just wanna hold you, mami." He presses his long torso up against the curve of your back, pressing his face into your curls and inhaling your scent. "You feeling okay?" You ask. He knows he doesn't. He knows he should have been home for you sooner, and it didn't help that he had to make a stop on the way back home.

He feels a sense of dread in his stomach. You won't ever know about the stop he made, you were asleep. Besides, he comes home late all the time. What you will learn about is your bloodied new co-worker being found with his skull smashed in, just a few blocks from the cafe. Due to the graphic scene he left behind, it's sure to be on the morning news. Matias hadn't expected your new friend to be working the late shift, but he was still on an adrenaline high from the fight, and god... he couldn't stand the idea of that bitch getting to spend more time with you than him. He wants to be home for you more, he does, but he can't. Still, that doesn't mean he's going to let any other guy fill that void. Hell no.

"I'm fine, Hermosa. Just sore from the fight, wanna' hold my baby." He whispers, placing a chapped kiss on the shell of your ear, making you flinch. "That tickles..." You giggle. He smiles, and squeezes you gently. "C'mon, stop being silly. Necesitas descansar, especialmente después de quedarte despierto para mí." (You need to sleep, especially after staying up for me.) He scolds. You roll over to face him, and tuck your head into the crook of his neck. "Love you, Matty." You sleepily coo, before drifting off in his arms. He freezes, his breath labored for a minute as he looks down at you. Even now, after dating for so long, he can't process the softness of you juxtaposed with the beatings he both takes and gives every other weeknight. It's a transition he sometimes struggles to handle. He feels a smile creep onto his face, and he curls your small form into him, practically cradling you against his broad chest. God, he'll take on an extra five challengers next time, all for you.

"Gonna get you a penthouse baby, real nice neighborhood too. Somewhere safe, somewhere that makes me feel better about leavin' you all alone..." He whispers, knowing you can't really hear him. "Better not have anyone but me over, no fucker's from work, aight'? I'll kick the shit out of any of em' just for you..."

[scary-event2369]

— Roadside Assistance

Pairing: yandere male (OC) x gn afab reader

After getting your truck stumped beside a road, your father and his mechanic friend decided to help – but what you didn’t know was that the man you decided to trust, was much crazier than you anticipated.

Warnings: Yandere behavior, cursing, kidnapping, past mentions of stalking, mentions of decapitated bodies, slight gore(?), and smut.

A/N: this took so long to finish 😩😩. Enjoy my lovely baby <3. This is also not Grammer checked! Sorry!

Also, @i-simp-for-women. Here you are, love!

“Fuck!” you shouted as you hit the edge of the steering wheel with the palm of your hand.

Deciding to take a word from a few of your friends, you had gathered enough supplies to take a trip up into the mountains. They were nice enough to pay for a private 2-story cabin with a hot tub, a good patio, and a place near a river to swim in. The stay was about a week. But of course, your car had to act up.

Even before leaving for the weekend, you had asked your private mechanic to come over, wanting him to test the tires, oil, and such to see if it was safe enough to drive such a distance. He said it seemed fine. But your gut scolded you; telling you, ‘I told you so!’.

And within two hours of your drive, it started acting weird and then crapped out. Causing you to sit on the shoulder of the lane. You sit in the dead car, scrolling through your phone as you press ‘contact lists’. You scroll down until you’ve reached your dad’s number, dialing the emergency button.

The dial tone plays for a good few seconds, making your anxiety raise before it cuts off, replaced by his voice.

“Hey. What’s goin’ on? Did you get to the cabin okay?” your father on the other end asks.

“Hi. No, no- I didn’t. Uh, my car dropped dead– I’m on the side of the highway,” you say, letting out an aggravated sigh.

“Shit,” he clicks his tongue. “Where are you exactly? I’m helping your aunt move,” he states. Of course, he was helping her. You gave your location, listening to the shuffle of papers on the other side of the line and a few other voices you couldn’t exactly pinpoint.

He let out a curse as another deep voice was talking – but yet again, you couldn’t figure out who it was. Then, the line cracked and your dad’s voice spoke up again.

“I’m about an hour away, kiddo. I can get ya’, but you’re going to have to wait a while. Is that okay?” he asks. You let out a long groan, to which he murmured a small sorry. Your stomach turned in guilt, but soon ignored it.

“It’s fine. Get here when you can. Love you,” you say, giving him time to say ‘bye’ before hanging up. Accidents happen, sometimes these things happen.

It’s fine. You’re fine. It’s not the end of the world.

Deciding to use this opportunity to pass the time, you moved into the back seats, making sure to grab your bundle of blankets and pillows in your boot, as well as your charging cable. At first, you scrolled through social media, mainly Instagram and YouTube, and snacked on the few food items you had brought. You had been listening to music on the radio before getting bored; not wanting to hear one more Lana Del Rey song.

Turning upright on your notification bar, you turned on the Bluetooth and decided to listen to some current horror podcasts, one that came out a few days ago from one of your favorite artists.

You started listening to it, quickly earning a weird face within minutes. It started off about a young woman venturing off into the woods — exactly the same area where you’d be staying. Days after her original leave, she was soon found mutilated, her body chopped off and thrown into a heart shaped outline.

Later, it went into detail about how she was stalked. Followed on every occasion, and creepy handwritten notes being placed onto her bed every night with roses; small drops of blood as it was signed ‘A; as in your admirer’. Of course, the police did nothing about it.

It made you gag; thinking about what he did to her heart. What he did to her body. What horrifying details. Immediately, you turned your phone back on and turned it off. Goosebumps surrounding your body.

Is this a sign for you to leave? To get up and run into your dad's arm, only for him to push aside your feelings — like he always did?

“No,” you whispered out loud, you deserved this break.

Your hands rubbed over your cheeks, completely at a loss. Deciding to look and admire the heavy rain that poured outside, racing down your windows, you let out a huff. Finally, the rich smell of pine trees and rain waving in, you soon fell asleep comfortably.

You were woken up by a banging on the window, thunder roaring in the background. It shook you awake. You sat up and looked around, expecting a police officer but realized your dad was at the window — his knuckles and hands stained in oil, his short grayish hair a mess.

Rubbing your eyes, letting a yawn escape through, you opened the door and swung your legs out into the dirt but stayed in your seat. In the corner of your eye, the hood of your truck was open and you heard clanking.

“Hey kid, you’ doin’ okay?” he asked. You nodded, but then noticed his frowned face. “We checked everything while you were asleep; we’re not going to be able to fix it till tomorrow,” he states, his head cocking to the left, implying that something was off, likely with the engine or oil.

Well, there goes your evening.

You let out a sigh before knitting your eyebrows together in confusion, “Wait, we?” you inquired.

Your father nodded, turning to his left as the hood of your car slammed shut, and the most attractive man you’ve ever seen came into your view.

He walked beside your father, looking at you as your dad introduced him to you; talking about how he’s been working with him for several months. But you couldn’t concentrate on his words. You admired the behemoth of a man, standing at 6’4”, at best.

This man was the prettiest person you’ve ever seen. His skin was a russet, reddish-brown, wearing a dark blue collared shirt that had the sleeves up to his elbows, revealing his geometric tattoos. His giant hands were stained in oil, adding contrast to his messy shirt. He had thick-dark brown hair that had ashen highlights, being slicked back into a bun. Not only did his hair match his eyes, but his dark-scruffy beard was another thing. It was hot.

Another roar of lightning struck, and a few stripes of white flashed behind the two guys in front of you, which caused goosebumps to arise within the wind.

“Hope ya’ don’t mind me tagging along, it gets crummy in the dark here. Plus, I owe your pops’ a favor.” he says down at you, smiling with his pearly white teeth. Although, you did catch a look of his ‘fangs’.

“It’s fine,” you chuckled. “I’m just glad you two could get down here when you could.”

You looked up at him and his smile widened even more. His hand extended towards yours, making sure to wipe it with the stained towel in his pocket. “I’m António.”

You took his hand, feeling heat rush into your cheeks as his palm engulfed your entire palm. Quietly, you grunted your own name. His fingers tightened around yours, bringing your hand close to his lips as he kissed your knuckles; your fingers grazing against his beard. As he locked eyes with you, your face was getting hotter with every passing second.

“Aight’, enough with the flirtatious acts,” your dad demanded, putting his hand above yours as the both of you pulled away; your dad throwing a weird look at António’s way. He looked back at you, his sweet eyes returning. “I can give you a ride back to the house. It’s been a long time since—”

You watched as António’s eyes flashed with something, readjusting his weight on his other foot. “—I can give them a ride to the cabin.”

You and your father looked at him, whose hands were crossing against his chest. Your face heats up at the thought of being alone in a car, at night with your dad’s friend, but you manage to fluster together a semi-smooth response.

“Are… you sure? It’ll at least take 30 minutes, and it’s late,” you stated.

“Yeah, it’s not a problem!” he reassures you with a smile. He turns to your father, asking permission to take you, like how a high schooler would approach his girlfriend’s dad. “Is it okay?”

Your father looked at him then at you, his lips pressed against each other as his eyebrows raised in questioning, “Are you okay with that?”

You nodded. But your dad wasn’t all that convinced. He clicked his tongue, turned, and looked at António, his eyes squinting toward him. “I’ll let ya’ take them. Go start up your truck, will ya? They hate the cold.”

When António nodded, throwing you a small glance before walking towards the truck that was behind yours. You looked to your left, admiring the old Chevy pickup truck, the rundown orange and thick tires. It was gorgeous and fitted him perfectly if you might add.

Suddenly, your dad let out a huff – looking at you with an odd look, “Hey,” he started. His voice was announced with worry, “If he does anything, call me. Please text me when you get there, okay?” he touched your left shoulder, smiling reassuringly as his eyes crinkled in the corners.

“I’ll be fine,” you told him, smiling as his eyes told you something else. Your hand went up to his, putting your own on top, “I promise you; I will message you.”

He only nodded and reached down to kiss your forehead, his hand supporting the back of your head. Your arms wrapped around his waist, hugging him.

You heard the truck behind yours start loudly, roaring heavenly in the heavy rain that started pouring just now.

Both of you departed, his hand still on your shoulder as António re-appeared. Your father turned to him, nodding as he gave you one last kiss on the side of your head before leaving you two alone – looking at António, who only smiled reassuringly at him.

“You bout’ ready?” he asked. You nodded, “Yeah. Just let me grab a few things, then we can be on our way.”

He hummed, watching you slide out of your seat and reach into the back where your backpack was, as well as grabbing your blanket and a few extra pillows that he had offered to carry. But you didn’t seem to notice that his eyes trailed down your rear.

You turned around, slinging your backpack around your shoulder before smiling at him.

Both of you walked towards the truck, to which you headed round to the passenger side, reaching your hand out to open the car door, before scrambling into the leathered seats as it started pouring rain.

Shivers enveloped your body, which was quickly shoved away as the warm air started blowing onto your face – It was surprisingly warm, the air blowing at a speed that was really comforting.

As you turned over to put on your seatbelt, in the rearview mirror you watched your father’s car pulling out and going into the street, waving at the two of you as he passed by.

Waving back, a question popped in your head: “How do you know him?” you asked out loud.

“What?” António replied, blinking in confusion as he turned down the radio to hear you.

“My dad. How do you know him?”

“Oh, y’know – I work for him and stuff,” he stated, turning back up the volume to the radio playing some 90s song before pulling his arm around, looking behind him for any cars before zooming off into the road.

Humming to his answer, you asked a few more questions. With the two of you being the only ones in the pickup truck, you resumed talking his ear off. What began with one laugh at a horrible joke turned into a good hour spent talking with António about everything.

You got to know him a bit better, such as how he was an older brother with his little sister and single mother, where he grew up in a fairly small town in Seattle. And how he originally wanted to be an astronaut when he was little but got interested in fixing trucks after his mother’s car broke down one time. You quickly found out he also spoke Portuguese and Spanish incredibly better than anything.

Hearing him talk was really hypnotizing, he told you about his sister and mother, and what they were up to now, but you were only half listening to his words.

There was something magical about his voice, some quality it took on when he began a story. He laughed when he was thinking of the time he fell in year 10 and chipped his front teeth in front of the ‘cool kids’. 

But when he noticed you being quiet and staring, he stopped talking. “Is everything okay?” 

“I… like the sound of your voice,” you said honestly. “It’s gorgeous. Like you.”

António smiled, giving you a look before refocusing on the road. “I can say the same thing about you, sweets.”

You laughed at the nickname, before turning your head to lean onto the back seat, examining the passing cars and scenery beside you. Within minutes, possibly your anxiety or tiredness got the best of you, to which you fell asleep. 

You don’t remember much, but when waking up, you heard shuffling beside you. Looking over, you saw António a bit shaken up – You might’ve slept through something, but you decide to make sure everything’s all good, and you’re not… well, dead. And, seeing as being in a quiet truck alone with a man out of heaven, at night listening to Weeknd would be considered lucky.

“You okay?” you ask, concerned.

His eyebrows jump and his face expresses all types of different emotions in seconds. But decided to answer you as he clears his throat.

“Yeah- m’ fine, why?” he asks, clearly not alright.

You watch as his eyes flick down to your bare thigh, exposed like much of the rest of your legs by the gray-gym shorts you’re wearing. You follow his freaked gaze and notice a few indentations in your skin that definitely weren’t there before. Likewise, you could’ve done something to yourself in your sleep, but it surely wouldn’t leave that kind of mark.

Narrowing your eyes at him, you nod slowly. Something’s up, and you’re going to figure out what.

You watch as he cautiously runs his hand through his hair, the metal rings reflecting the light from the early setting of rare cars that passed by. He drops his right tattooed hand back onto his thigh, steering with his left, and you look back and forth between his jittery hand and the marks on your leg.

Oh…

You two sit in silence for a moment, trying to find any other possible reasons for the marks on your leg but find none.

“António,” you start.

“Mhm?” he replies instantly.

“Were you holding my thigh?” you finish, looking at him with an unidentified look on your face. 

He exhales deeply, stretching back into the seat; his back popping, “I was. Couldn’t help it, you’re too cute wearing those shorts. Better than anything I’ve seen you wear.”

“Excuse me?” 

His eyes meet yours in a flash — he looks excited, almost too excited for what you said. 

António holds eye contact then breaks it, before smirking and peeling onto a dirt road on his right; surrounded by a bunch of trees and a sign that says ‘do not trespass’.

Furthermore, he switches his distracted gaze between your thigh and the road as he watches you. 

“What do you mean by that?” you ask concerned, anxiety spiking.

Suddenly, his hand leads to your leg, which you let happen due to the uncertainty of what’s going on.

“Been stalking you for a bit. Quite a bunny bunch’ when you cum.”

Your eyes widened, fear circling in your stomach. What the fuck did you get into? 

Watching your expression drop, he laughed. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you… much.”

He touches your skin before placing his hand on your inner thigh. His breathing quickens as he squeezes the soft flesh. This was the most wanted reason there could’ve been for the marks on your leg. Are you going to die?

He moves his hand from your inner thigh toward your knee. Guilt surges through you, yet there’s still a sexual tension and anxiety building within the car. You’re trapped either way.

“You’ve been… watching me?” you questioned, trembling in frailty. 

António smirks and glances over at you, “Mhm, I have. Been waiting for the perfect time for you to become mine.”

He watched your body language, seeing how you were trembling — the way your eyes were watering, eyes squinting in non-reality. You didn’t want to believe this was true, didn’t you? You were too cute to be true. 

“Let’s get inside, shall we?” he suggests, smiling as he’s already opening his door. The sound of the keys jangling outside the car. You didn’t even notice him stopping the car.

Your mind was playing so many things per second, causing it to cut out. Everything in you heightened, your senses doubling over. Ears ringing. Blurry visions came upon as tears fell down your cheeks. Blurry blocks coming in on your left as you focus on your quickened heartbeat.

You’re going to die. Going to suffer the same fate as she did. Going to have your heart ripped out, pinned to the wall with a stake through your heart – something he did. Was he the serial killer? Was he going to rip your organs out?

“—?”

Your eyes tightened closed, not wanting to hear his voice. Oh god, he is the killer? Isn’t he?

“—wrong?”

No. Don’t listen to him! 

“Hey!” António’s sultry voice jumped at you. The feeling of the cold air dragged across your cheek as you realized your passenger door was wide open, him standing beside you as the wind blew. 

“Why are you actin’ like this?” he asked, his fingers trailing to your neck, stopping for a second before continuing up to your cheek, then chin. His thumb and pointer finger gripped against your chin, positioning you to look at him. 

“Get off me,” you sneered, trying to act tough. Though, he released a chuckle, a teasing smirk appearing on his face, almost like he was toying with you. 

“Now-now, don’t be bad. Let’s get out of the car,” he said in a low, coaxed tone. 

You shook your head hesitantly. 

His eyes narrowed, his smile disappearing within a snap of bones breaking in the distances. “Get out now,” he demanded, his hand leaning against the door frame to intimidate you. When watching you, still staying inside the seat and staring at him, he clicked his tongue.

“Fuck it,” he says, before grabbing you by the cheeks, squashing them together into an intense kiss — making you feel something metallic clanging to your tongue; a cold piercing enhancing your anxiety state. He slightly separates, his teeth baring into your lips and making sure to bite harshly before pulling away. 

You let out a whine of surprise before hissing in pain. You looked at him, before at your hands in your lap, feeling something on them before widening your eyes: seeing droplets of blood.

“Why… did you bite– do all of this?” your words were little above whispers. 

Dancing the coarse side of your waist, you felt his fingers travel up and down your sides, comforting you with bloodied lips – covered in your blood.

“Because, I wanted you, sweetheart. Ain’t no one else caught my eyes like you did,” he stated, looking at you with lust-filled eyes. “You’re special. Somethin’ I rarely see.”

Feeling a cold object near your stomach, it made more tears run down your face, but were quickly wiped away by his fingers that caught them. Looking down hesitantly, you saw a knife – one that was quickly drawing blood by the tip.

You answered with your weeping, frozen stiff as you felt pain and blood trickle down to your stomach and thighs. Gasps popped from your throat as you saw the knife rise, António’s pierced tongue sliding against the tip of the knife; grabbing a hold of your blood, smearing more onto his lips.

He let out a groan, smiling as he did so. “You taste amazing, just as I thought.” 

António smiled at your frightened face, before returning the knife back into his back pocket.

Before you could protest, he grabbed you by the waist, hoisting you up onto his shoulders as he walked toward the cabin — up the outdoor stairs, into the home, and a bedroom.

The smell of cedar wood and hyacinths, the small scent of pine wood and fresh clothes weaved in. But, it was quickly ignored as he plops you into the mattress, watching you pounce up and down with small heaving. 

He climbs on top of you, right between your spreaded legs and reconnects the kiss, forcing you to taste metallic blood on his lips and tongue. You let out a hushed gasp, feeling his muscle fight with yours as his hands travel down your body, stopping at your gym shorts.

The kiss turned into a messy clash of teeth and tongue until he pulled away for air; quickly burying his face into your neck. You let out a surprised whine, the sensation of his sharp teeth and beard grazing your skin.

His head dipped lower, sucking along your collarbone and leaving permanent marks. Your heart was beating, going through your throat, hands finding their home on his shoulder as you tried to ignore the pleasure that built up in your lower abdomen. But to no avail, he kept going, and your mind was running.

Ripping came like thunder in the air. The weight of your shorts and underwear disappeared, raining down to the mattress in pieces, “I’m going to fuck you like a raw dog, m’kay?”

You squealed in response, feeling the cold-stained knife come from under your shirt before ripping it like he did to your bottom half. He flushed you with his massive chest, pinning your hips with his hands as you closed your eyes.

You shouldn’t be feeling this — but it was too good. Too good. 

Reopening your eyes, only to realize that he was gone from your face and making his way down to your body. António took a second to admire your breasts, before attaching his lips to your nipple. A loud moan escaped you, eyes wide as you felt him suck and lick the sensitive bud; the texture of his beard adding to your sensitive senses.

The ball of his tongue piercing continued to glide along your breast, making you shiver and let out a small curse. His muscle continued to flick your nipples strategically with every few seconds, giving them a harsh suck. 

Pulling away from your breasts with a soft pop, you saw a string of saliva keeping his mouth and your breast connected; feeling your lower tummy get tighter.

You could feel your heartbeat quicken, heaving out of anticipation and nervousness. Deciding to look down, you caught a glimpse of his smirk, nipping your stomach just before the rest of his face below his eyes disappears between your thighs.

Furthermore, you let out a gasp and lean back against the pillows, your hands tightening on them. His tongue passes through your lips repetitively, forcing a warm fluttering into your abdomen. Your moaning encourages him to press his tongue into your clit, flicking it back and forth, the metal ball hitting it continually, earning your moans to get louder in response. 

His beard hurt. But it felt so good. So fucking good. You tug at the pillows, biting them as he inserts a finger into you and pumps it in and out. He groans into you, sending vibrations up your spine.

Your back arches from the mattress, feeding him. He turns his head to an angle and curls his finger, pressing his face even further into you, if that’s even possible at this point. He quickly switches, placing his other hand on your leg and throws it over his shoulder, returning it to his original place on your abdomen.

You let out one final guttural moan as you clench around his fingers and forge your teeth in the pillow, your body convulsing against the bed as you cum. 

He rides you through your orgasam, staring up into your eyes as he laps up the fluids dripping from you — your juices and his saliva mixing together.

The wet sounds slowing as he lays a few more small kitten-licks between your lips before removing his finger and moving back up to kiss you. You breathe heavily against each other’s faces as you swallow your tongues.

Disconnecting from each other, he pulls his shirt over his head before sitting back against the bed, noises of squeaking. He also removes his jeans, which leaves him in his boxers.

Guilt rages through you, feeling bad that you’re ogling at his body, practically drooling. He’s your kidnapper, the person you originally trusted. But fuck, was he hot.

His toned chest and the point where his stomach rolls from sitting, the muscles detailing his large arms, the spread of his thighs along the bed — everything.

“You going to stare, love?” he teases, earning a chuckle when he sees your embarrassed state. “It’s fine, it’s all yours after all.”

Gesturing to his boxers, there was a very prominent boner pressing through them. Deciding it was enough of playing games, António stands up and pulls the boxers down his legs, dropping them from his ankles onto the floor. 

Immediately, something catches your eyes. By his hip bone, right below, was a skin carving of your name; still red and days of healing. Your skin crawled.

Though, his cock sticks up and pre-cum rolls down the side of the contrasting brown tip. He was thick, with a bulbous base; building veins on the upside. What made your jaw drop was the Jacob ladder piercings. His balls were hefty, a size that made you dizzy.

He begins to move back to the bed and between your legs, but you stop him by holding your hand up. “What? Don’t like the gift I did for you?” he teases, eyes full of anticipation.

Though, when you shook your head, he frowned – his eyes threatening you to say something negative, and he’ll kill you.  

“I… want to be on top.” 

His eyebrows raise, a smirk widening to show his sharp canines. He nodded, “Fine doll, I’ll let you top me. But this is the first and last time.” 

Climbing onto his lap, he looked up at you with curious eyes, placing his hands on your waist. You move your hand down to your cunt slowly, taking some of your arousal on your fingertips before spreading it over his tip along with his pre-cum. He inhales shakily and straightens his back at the feeling, his eyes taking a weak, submissiveness look.

“Are you ready?” he asks with a wide grin.

You nod your head, and he tilts his head to the side.

“I want to hear it,” he says. You gulp, shaking at his demanding but calm voice. 

“I’m ready,” you whisper before seeing his grin grow wider, reaching behind him with his right arm. Coming into your view was the same knife he used, pointing it at you before deepening it into your neck – not enough to create a scratch, but enough to have you paying attention.

“Say you love me,” he demands, his grime beaming to show his teeth. You swallow harshly, shaking from the intended weapon. 

“I,” you started, staring down the knife before looking him in the eye, “Love you… António.”

He let out a chuckle, before leaning his face closer to yours into a harsh kiss, swiping his tongue along yours as he slid his throbbing tip between your folds.

You both moan out quietly as you lower yourself onto his cock, your rim stretching and your walls fluttering as he enters your body. The wet sucking of your kissing fills the room as you sit on his cock for a moment, wiggling your hips to adjust to his size. You rest your hands on his shoulders for support as you slide yourself up and down; leaning your already-sweaty forehead against his.

He groans out your name. Moaning it like a wolf howling at the moon. 

As you jumped up and down, heaving out of breath, António growled out — your heart rate spiking as he grabbed onto your hips and flipped you back along the bed. You gasp as he pushes himself back into you and takes what he needs — a lot.

“Oh my god, António!” you cry out.

He rests his weight on his forearms as you grab at his body, first his arms, then his ass, then his waist. You feel so full, packed to the prim as his cock drags against your sensitive walls; you feel his nose press into your cheek, his mouth sliding against your jaw as he grinds into you.

Wet skin slapping and your combined moans cover his sayings in some words you didn’t know. As he tops you, both of you panting like dogs in heat, your dangling toes curled as you whine out every few thrusts, nearing your climaxes.

“Come on, doll. Cum for me,” he coos into your ear, moving a hand to your clit. You cried out in pleasure, screaming out.

“More!” You rasped out, grabbing his cheek and kissing him. He parted his lips and let your tongue taste his mouth. You tasted yourself – but you didn’t care. 

He continues to play with your clit, plowing you as he sucks intensely on your neck. Your nails raked into his back, hearing him yell out in pleasure. Entwining up with the sensations spreading all over your body, pounding at your sensitive ears.

Your eyes rolled in the back of your head. Pleasure buzzed on the edges of your nerves. Numbing every sensation, your body grew tense – hot-white flashes washed you whole. After, things became punishing — everything grew too much for you.

António didn’t. Wouldn’t stop fucking you, burying his length before ripping it out, slapping your ass and his balls clapping against your cunt; plugging his entire cock inside you.

You came again.

And again.

With a scream, your thighs tightened around him and bitten down on his shoulder, enveloping a groan from him. And at that, his voice lowers down. His hips sped up even more as your toes curled harder. Your nails dug blood, feeling it trickle down his back. 

You felt him slow down, still rocking into you as warmth filled you. Hot liquid rushed inside you, locked inside your sensitive walls; stuffing you full. His jaw clenched with a long groan, eyes screwed shut. Even as he pressed his hips tightly against yours, still grinding at the pleasure, he was letting out small moans and curses.

António stays still for a minute, before removing himself with a groan, pulling out, releasing all the built-up fluids from your hole out onto the bed. You moan as his tip pops out of you and the liquid seeps down your skin.

He uttered a soft curse under her breath as he stared almost reverently at you. Reaching down to your ass, he collected a spent seed onto his fingers, bringing it back to his lips to taste. His eyes closed as he tasted him and yourself, before reaching down to kiss you messily.

His hands traveled to your clit, playing with it before chuckling, “I might just get addicted to ya’.”

You tiredly blinked at him before mumbling, “When do I… leave?”

Suddenly, his expression dropped. His eyebrows raised, almost offended you asked that: “Guess I didn’t get it into your head, dolly. You’re staying here, permanently.”  

He crawled to you, laying between your legs as he hovered over your face; some strands of his messy hair falling into your face. Your eyes widen, feeling your heart quicken yet again. To your shock, he smiled. “But I ain’t complaining. Plenty of fucking in the future together.”

António rumbled, rubbing, and flicking your left nipple, “We’ve got our whole night to ourselves, my sweetheart. So look forward to it, hm?” 

You didn’t give yourself time to contemplate an answer, losing yourself to the hands and mouth of the famous killer who’s been all over the news.

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The Yandere's (so far)

I decided to do something just a bit different and I drew the three yandere's I wrote so far! It goes by Dojoon, Daniel, then Alaric. I have a list of stories I'm writing so expect more writing in the near future! If you guys like the drawing I'll do more.